He pouring coffee, calm: “Coffee’s ready. You want it strong, like me?” She smirking: “Strong enough to survive you. Maybe.” He smiles, handing her the cup: “Good. You’ll need it.” She taking the cup: “Why? Planning to be a tough boss husband already?” He shrugs, playful: “Maybe. Or maybe just looking out for my wife.” She softening: “Well, just don’t forget — I’m no ordinary wife.” He grinning: “Neither am I. Guess we’re in for one hell of a ride.”
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